Aliyah's p.o.v
“I'm…” I began as I noticed Brown hand tightened around my waist. I looked down at it, feeling uncomfortable rather than comforted.
“Who are you girl,” there's something about this man that ignites a fearful child within me.
“My name is Aliyah Sa…” I said but Brown chimes in.
“Go outside.” Brown ordered, pushing me off his laps. I looked between the three men, Paolo was holding back a laugh as he stared at Brown. Othello's eyes were filled with suspicion.
“Why?” Othello queried.
“Go now.”
I walked off, leaving them in their silence as I descended the stairs. The front door was still wide open and curiousity piqued as the guards outside seemed to be engrossed in their conversation.
While flies perched at the leather bag. I walked outside, towards the leather and whe
